Chapter 4
Natalie's Dance
The night of the dance arrived. Polly spent several hours turning around and around in her dress and fixing and unfixing her long blackish hair. She just couldn't decide on a style.
Finally, John arrived with a flower for her wrist to wear during the dance. It was from her flower garden she'd planted years ago on his property just outside the old barn where the vegetable garden had been planted.
"How is the garden?" She asked as she pulled the flower around her wrist and tied it with a tiny knot just to keep it in place.
"It's doing great," John answered, "Joe waters it everyday."
"Oh," she replied, "Is he going to attend the dance?"
John laughed. "Natalie wouldn't have it any other way. She came over the other day just to make sure he was coming." He paused for a moment and then added. "I think she's after him for a husband."
"You think so?" She asked.
"He's pretty popular with the ladies," John answered. "You wouldn't think so..."
"Why," Polly asked realizing she liked him too.
"Well, he's a..." he looked over his shoulder just to make sure no one else was listening. "He's a..."
"An Indian?" Polly said, "So what?"